His Unwanted Bride ~Editing~

Chapter Fourteen: Alexios

     "Sir, I apologize for any discomfort my line of questioning may have brought. These are standard questions we ask to help better our quality of care," she replied.
      "It's alright," I mumbled. I don't know what is worse to me, the fact that she had to ask these questions, or the fact that I didn't know a single answer. "Please, just help my wife."
      "How long has the elevator been stopped?" She asked.
       "About 15 minutes now," I readjusted slightly and as I did, I could see a scar on her arm through the lace. The mark started right at the peak of her shoulder and seemed to move across to the back of her neck. What would cause something like that.
     One thing was for sure, when I got out of here, I was going to look into Tabitha further. "Tabitha please," I spoke to her. "I need you to open your eyes. Wake up for me," I spoke softly to her, stroking her hair just as she had done for Clarissa in the limo.
     "You know, the first time I saw you, you were covered in flour. It was in your hair, on your clothes, and you even had a bit of egg on you too. You had come running out of a building holding a large bucket with goodie bags filled with sweet treats and smashed into me. I had reached out to steady you so you wouldn't fall and you flinched. Without looking up you thanked me and apologized before running off. From that moment I hoped to see you again. You were this sweet little enigma and I needed to learn more about you. I needed to know you."
    I continued stroking her hair. "You were right when you said I didn't really know anything about you. I just hope I get the chance to fixe that." I continued. I reached out for her soft hand, it was ice cold.
     "Units have arrived on scene and are speaking with the crew. What floor has the elevator stopped at?" The 911 dispatcher asked.
      "We are between floors 7 and 8," I replied. "She's turning ice cold," I added worriedly.
      "Is she still breathing?" the dispatcher asked. I looked to the weakened rise and fall of her chest.
     "Barely," I replied worriedly.
     "We have to try and wake her up," the dispatcher explained. "If you can keep her talking until help can get to you, it would help tremendously."
      "Tabitha, I need you to wake up. Please. Something isn't right and help is almost here. Please Tabitha," I spoke rubbing her shoulder and covering her with my suit jacket. "Tabitha, I'm not sure what's wrong, but you need to fight. Open your eyes for me."
     Then an idea sparked in my mind. "Tabitha open your eyes. Come back to me," I spoke again. I felt guilty over what I was about to say, but I felt it was the only thing that would wake her. "Clarissa needs you, she needs your help!" I called out with fake worry.
    Her body bolted upright in panic. "Wh-where is she?" she called out as she started to fall backward again.
     Her face was covered in terror "He doesn't have her right? He didn't take her?" she mumbled in a confused state. Who was she talking about? It must have been a dream.